The midday spectacle of holy beasts fighting Death Spirit Masters ended swiftly. Jian Tongyao and the others cleaned up afterward, while Qian Wanyu devoured every wisp of black mist that tried to attack them, leaving nothing behind.
"Death Valley Town looks pretty quiet during the day. Even with all that commotion just now, not a single living person showed up." Toothless stood where the Qilin Holy Beasts had gathered earlier, an inscrutable expression on her face.
"There weren't many people here when we first came to Death Valley, either." Jian Tongyao could still recall the scene. The townspeople had turned pale with fright, one after another, as soon as they heard the women were looking for Death Valley.
"Ordinary people can't withstand such dense death aura. Staying here for long means certain death."
"True. They probably all died."
"Or they might have left."
"Let's go, Toothless."
The group returned to their previous campsite and found a Qilin Holy Beast three meters away from Mo Han, Wenren Liangzhi, and the others. It was pawing at the ground with its hoof, staring anxiously at them.
"Little Light?"
"Little Ninth, that's not Little Light."
Jian Tongyao rubbed her nose guiltily. Ahem, these damn holy beasts all looked practically identical. Seen from behind, of course she would mistake one for another. Luckily, Ding Ding was there. She grabbed Ding Ding out of the air in front of her and pulled her down. "Seventh Sister, what is it trying to do?"
Since none of them understood the language of beasts, her question sent her companions' imaginations galloping across the heavens.
"Here to pick a fight?" Toothless rubbed her hands together eagerly.
"Doesn't look like it. Could it be a Qilin Holy Beast that got separated from the others?"
"Judging by their fighting style earlier, they're